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Anthony, bullied at school Get your own backNow you are cool Or are you scared?Bunking off though you're a toff It's all gone wrong againYou got double maths

But the teacher's got no control The boys all run riot You will stay quietOr you will die

Tony at the back of the gym Smoke another oneYour chances are slim 'Cause here they come again And they got you on the ground Tasting blood again At least it's your own

When will you realiseIt doesn't pay To be smarter than teachersSmarter than most boys?Shut your mouthStart kicking the footballBang on the teethYou are off for a week, boy

You may as well take it in the gutsIt can’t get worseJust take it in the gutsIt can’t get worse that this

'Cause you’ll soon be old enough to leave themWithout a notion of a careYou’ll leave two fingers in the airTo linger there

Tony, you're a bit of a mess Melted Toblerone under your dress If the kids could see youThey would pass you right by Blue mascara running over your eye

When will you realiseIt doesn't pay To be smarter than teachersSmarter than most boys?Shut your mouthStart kicking the footballBang on the teethYou are off for a week, boy

(Anthony it could be worse)(Anthony it could be worse)They call you Lord Anthony, but hey (Anthony it could be worse)It could be worseLord Anthony but hey (Anthony it could be worse)It could be worseDon't answer me but hey (Anthony it could be worse)It kind of suits you anyway

You'll soon be old enough to leave them Without a notion of a care You'll leave two fingers in the air To linger there